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AJ came out of the bathroom and announced to Caleb, who's watching him this summer, that he had "Shave a mustache".
Caleb said he saw hair on his face and shirt and couldn't quite figure out what was going on. Upon closer inspection, indeed AJ had shaved...one eyebrow.
Poor Caleb was so worried I'd be mad...I found the whole thing rather funny. What kid hasn't tried to cut his own hair...or whatever?
Did tell Caleb that, when it is time for AJ to learn to shave, we'd be calling him home from college and I expect that he will teach him to shave properly!
We were walking into Dollar General the other day. AJ held the door for me and then for the elderly lady behind us (Good boy! I've been working on that since he was big enough not to have the door crush him.) I thought he was behind me, but, glancing back, I see he is still holding the door and watching two teen girls walking across the parking lot. He patiently waits and waits until the two girls get to the door he's holding. He gets big thank-you's, and is quite obviously pleased with himself . He trots up to me, grins and announces, "They gorgeous."
We rode our bikes to the library to return some books. On the way home, AJ decided that he wanted to take an alternate route. I followed. He wound around a couple of different blocks, then told me he wanted to "Go home". We rode up to the next corner. He looked left, looked right, looked straight ahead and then gave me a quizzical look and asked, "Where'd go home go?"
AJ loved to ride his bike....until he got too big for his farm tricycle four years ago. I've tried everything...big fat training wheels, the tag-along on my bike...you name it. Everything was pure torture for him and he hated it. He seemed absolutely petrified every time he got on the two-wheeler no matter how much we practiced. I finally figured there just must be something I was missing about the whole deal. This link about Down Syndrome, poor vision, muscle tone, ligamentous laxity and balance pretty much was talking about AJ:
http://www.downsyndromeconnection.org/index.php?page=ask-dr-trotter
So, here's pics of AJ on the new trike he got a couple weeks ago. He thinks he's big stuff when he rides into town to help me run errands. The other day we rode to the library to return a movie, to Village Hall to pay the water bill and to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. That basket comes in handy...he toted home four bags of groceries!
He LOVES it and is so proud to be out and riding in the neighborhood. Unlike I worried about, he's gotten nothing but positive comments from the kids in the neighborhood about how "cool" it is. He doesn't call it "my bike". He calls it "my OWN bike".
We were finished doing our running around Saturday and on our way to find some lunch. Told AJ we were going to find a restaurant. We passed McDonald's. He pointed, "There it is!" I told him that we were going to find a "sit down" restaurant. He looked disappointed.
We passed Burger King, he pointed and said "Speed."
"Huh?" I asked.
"Speed food!"
The rest of us call it fast food...but...I got the point.
